[Famous Poet] Zhang Ming's New Summer Poetry Selection

About the Author

Zhang Mingxin, from Qihe County, Shandong Province. Member of Chinese Poetry Society, Shandong Poetry Society, Beijing Poetry Society. The two sessions of Chinese poems, Chinese poetry poems, and second poetry Chinese first prize winners of the Foot Rong Cup, Chinese Poetry Magazine. The Poetry Federation won the "Hundred Poems and Hundred Federation" award hosted by the Chinese Federation of Literature and Culture and the Ministry of Culture.

Wu Yan (word rhyme)

Cloud lock Yutou dark, pillow culvert.

Knowing the rain in the dream, the Yan language entered the screen.

Early walk in summer

The meal diameter is green on both sides, and the day is red a day.

After the butterfly followed, I knew I went to the flowers.

Morning exercise smell cloth valley sound sound sound

The crying sound frequently practiced the body, and the sky was to Hongxia Bi Liu Chen.

I have disappointed the rhododendron's urging intention. I am not a Tian.

Summer night

Yantian is separated from her home, and the water poultry has no shadow.

The lake on the night of the night was like a lunar month, and the fish were fishing.

firefly

A few days of flying light, late green, a love of the moon is ruthless.

The people in the fasting have entered Huayi, and they still come to the book window.

Seven or Seven Morning Reading

The poems on the table read quietly, and the windows were added with flowers.

Lao Lai's heart was as flat as water, and Luluo suddenly read.

Chant

The gentleman is difficult to born from the clean place, and the dust and the floating algae are sleepy.

In the galaxy, the jade star mud is clearer.

cicada

The flowers of the flowers and the moon are hidden in the depths.

Only Xia Chan had no world, and everyone heard it.

Poetry

I dare not approach Xuanxuan, a Lin Xiang Ziwei outside the building.

I am afraid that the Huajie Yingxian is explained, and the tongue Qin is rumored.

rain

The wind destroy the red handsome cluster, and the ditch sends the frog sound.

I am more sorrowful than the sorrow, and the rain is too sad.

Fearing heat

The cicada dominates the trees, and it looks like a cage.

I was born with ice cigarettes, and I dare not see Hongyun when I go out.

Lake tour

The autumn is not far from the beginning of the autumn, and her anex is still high.

Lake the lake shore in the shade of the Yang Yang, watching the old fish blowing Bitao.

Sisters

When I thought about tears, I didn't do it, and my heart was sorrowful.

Whoever said that there is no frost and snow, please look at the sorrow.

Before May 1st, I returned to the village and the villagers.

Return to the day and resign at home, Liu Jian pedestrian tears.

Therefore, the scenery of the soil can't be carried, just look at the ninety -sixth sky flowers.

Seeing farmers spraying medicines in the scorching sun

The medicine barrel was difficult to move, and sweat was unbearable.

Ruojiao also guarded the air -conditioned house, and she was lean to the Qionglou to sit away.

After the wheat

Gold closed up Bihe Sheng, and the farmer returned to the country and returned to the city.

I don't know how to change the world, and it is still promoted by flying around.

Moon Night Reward

Wake up is the dream of fragrance, and the moon is hazy.

The invisible Buddha and tangible me, love the heart and love the wind.

Wild Yin

Where to escape the summer, the wasteland is alone.

Lin Youduo sang birds, and Lu Ye did not dust.

In the open pond, the people in the world are glory.

Bai Yunqing's old eyes are worthy of marriage.

After the rain

The new water rises the lake shore, and the wet wind is cold.

The rain frog was rushing, and the flowers fell into the swallow mud.

The cover of the sun was scattered, and the lotus people were busy.

The field heads are scratched, each takes advantage of the sunset.

Mr. Huai Bu Ying Xiong Dongsu "Changxia Remember the Old People" in the wild

Lonely around the tree to appreciate the bird's words, a self -driven hot day.

The lake and waves are full of red sun, and the mountains and streams are short green.

After there was no excuse, there was still Yunxin in Hexian.

The creation was suspected of my head, so it burned the eyes.

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